by Flower Farmer | Nov 22, 2009 | Early years
Weekend Warriors November, 2009 I’m grateful to the weekday crew who have kept the project alive even when progress slows to a crawl. But there’s also a weekend crew, less regular but no less skilled at what they do. Usally led by Clark, weekends are when the bulk of... 
by Flower Farmer | Nov 13, 2009 | Early years
November, 2009 Yesterday, on a fine November morning, we buried our dear Uncle Bill at a hillside cemetery next to his mother and father. Bill died just one day shy of his 93rd birthday, at home where he wanted to be. I last saw him the evening before he passed,... 
by Flower Farmer | Nov 6, 2009 | Early years
November, 2009 My father was an observant man and among the things he assessed with a keen eye were shoes, character, and roofs. He was in the building supply business for most of his working life, and could spot peeling shingles from a mile away. While he forgave me... 
by Flower Farmer | Nov 4, 2009 | Early years
Logs to Lumber November, 2009 I got there early, not knowing how the heck I was going to make this work. The logs looked even more immovable after a summer’s worth of settling in. In less than an hour, the no-nonsense sawyer would arrive and want to get going. But...